Chapter 61 Xiaoxue, get well soon! Ming Shu weakly opened her eyes...

Ming Shu weakly opened his eyes, his gaze towards Shi Wenzhe filled with murderous intent. He said in a hoarse voice, "Shi Wenzhe, you dare to mock me...you just wait and see..."

Shi Wenzhe laughed loudly, hands on his hips, extremely arrogant: "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, Ming Shu, you'd better stop talking nonsense, hahahahahaha, someone who can't even control his own weapon..."

"It's so noisy—" Linglong scoffed softly as a vortex of air flew toward her.

Shi Wenzhe immediately fell silent, like a quail stunned by fright. She stood still, folding her wings tightly, and watched helplessly as the vortex flew past her right cheek, severing a few strands of her hair, and finally creating a large crater in the ground, billowing up dust.

Thirteen Springs flashed angrily, about to rush up and fight back, but Shi Wenzhe hugged it tightly, her voice trembling as she said, "Good...good girl, I'm so scared, don't leave me, sob sob sob."

She never expected that the sword Thirteen Springs would have such a violent temper, ready to fight at the slightest provocation, which was the complete opposite of its gentle and refreshing name.

What does it look like...? Shi Wenzhe thought for a moment, then thought, "Like a fierce Ragdoll cat, beautiful and loyal." Thinking this, she suddenly found Shisan Chun incredibly cute.

They are practically the aristocrats of swords.

"Miss Shi, come behind me." Yun Jin took her hand and sheltered Shi Wenzhe within the barrier erected by the Three Thousand Guests. She tapped her cheek, as if in thought, her eyes bright as she uttered an "oh," and finally pulled Qingming from her hair. Qingming floated up and naturally released its spiritual power, enveloping a barrier.

Yun Jin was somewhat surprised to see her skillful movements. She knew what Qingming meant to Qin Wenxue: it was water in the desert, an isolated island at sea, and a bowl of medicine that would allow him to sleep peacefully through nightmares.

Yun Jin thought, "Does His Majesty really value Miss Shi so much?"

This was something she had never imagined. She and Ming Shu exchanged a glance and remained silent in tacit agreement.

Shi Wenzhe got tired of watching, curled up, hugged her legs, rested her head on her knees, and lazily yawned. She was the only one sitting in the Qingming Circle's barrier. Where were Yun Jin and Ming Shu? She suddenly turned her head and looked around, only to find that the two of them had disappeared into the darkness. It seemed that they had told her before they left that they were going to scout ahead. Shi Wenzhe was secretly pleased.

Linglong seems to have no way to deal with them either, and is still unable to break free from Qinwenxue's offensive. If Mingshu finds the exit from the cycle of illusion, will they be able to go home?

"Home..." Shi Wenzhe murmured a few times, then couldn't help but laugh out loud. It felt like several centuries had passed since she arrived in Zhaoyao Continent, but in reality, it had only been a little over a month. She had only managed to guess that she had been there for a short time. Time seemed to stand still in Peach Blossom Valley, and she didn't know exactly how long she had stayed. But in this short time, she had already found a place to belong.

She liked Yunmengze very much, she liked Qinwenxue very much, the little demons in Shifang City were very cute, and all the living beings in Huangquan Biluo began to have different meanings for her.

I heard that this little white flower, who started out halfway through her life, has finally begun to take root and settle down, and her heart is set on becoming more flamboyant.

A light, rustling snow began to fall on Misheng Road. The area was vast, dark, and unfamiliar, stretching as far as the eye could see. Shi Wenzhe was enveloped in the very center of clarity, a beam of light shining down from the jade hairpin, as if she were the only person left in the world. The sounds of fighting gradually faded, but the flickering candlelight in the ancestral hall was still burning. The oil lamp was almost empty, and it was unknown when it would burn out, but it had been burning for so long without diminishing at all. Yet, Shi Wenzhe still worried about it.

Shi Wenzhe reached out and caught a snowflake, carefully counting its edges and corners. She seemed to have entered a mysterious realm, and she could even hear the ticking of a clock.

"Tap tap tap—" The sound was like a desperate urging, and Shi Wenzhe should have been annoyed by it, but she unusually felt sleepy in the sound.

Her thinking was very slow, and she made incorrect judgments about the outside world. Even though she was in a dangerous vortex, she, who was so afraid of death, actually had the idea that "life and death are predestined," which was too abnormal.

Shi Wenzhe vaguely thought, "Maybe Qin Wenxue has already finished fighting with Linglong, maybe Mingshu has already found her way home, then what about herself... what might happen to her?" She didn't know, and closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Linglong fought against three opponents without ever being at a disadvantage. The strength of the first Demon Lord of the Demon Realm was terrifying and unfathomable.

Qin Wenxue groaned, clutching her heart with a pained expression.

At that moment, Ming Shu also felt the excruciating pain of a sharp sword piercing his heart. The sword churned inside his heart, its force so severe that it seemed intent on inflicting unbearable agony.

If the whip paused for a moment, sensing its master's exhaustion, it weakened in the face of Linglong's attack. Qin Wenxue was helped up by Yun Jin, and spiritual power flowed into his body like a vast river, but his body was like a broken pottery jar, which could never be filled.

Linglong sneered. Annie sheathed her gun and landed slowly with an elegant posture. She gave Qin Wenxue a sarcastic smile: "Little butterfly, I told you, don't stand against me."

It was a warm afternoon. Linglong, wearing an intricately patterned mask, encountered Qin Wenxue squatting outside Qiyun Hall planting mushrooms on her way back to the Thirty-Three Palaces. Qin Wenxue's eyes were a little red, and she looked like a timid rabbit.

Linglong picked him up and patted his back to comfort him. He said he had just returned from the mortal realm and had taken care of some business. Qin Wenxue nodded silently, pouting somewhat unhappily. Qiyun Palace was too big and too empty. He was a little scared when Linglong wasn't around, so he was sunbathing outside the palace and waiting for him.

As the sun gradually set in the west, the area outside the palace was still a desolate wasteland filled with dust. When the moon climbed to the top of the highest mountain, he saw a delicate emerald green hem.

He smelled strongly of blood. Qin Wenxue hugged his neck tightly and leaned on Linglong's shoulder, vaguely understanding that Linglong was lying to him.

He knew he must have gone to kill someone. Perhaps it was outside the abyss of the Yellow Springs and the Azure Heaven. When the demon people first settled in the Yellow Springs and the Azure Heaven, they were not familiar with the malevolent energy here, nor did they know how to coexist with it. So every day, many demons silently became possessed and turned into irrational, brutal, and bloodthirsty monsters.

Some of them didn't want to die, so they begged Linglong to save them, but Linglong had no choice. She just stood there without any emotion, silently looked at them for two seconds, and then raised the Annie Gun to behead them. Others were kind enough that, knowing they would become monsters that were neither human nor demon, they directly begged Linglong to end their lives outside the abyss, so that their descendants could live in peace and prosperity.

When Qin Wenxue first arrived, he was curious about everything around him, but he was a quiet person and never said anything. The look in his eyes when he looked at Linglong actually held a faint expectation. He wanted Linglong to take him out to play, but he never said anything. After a few times, he gradually gave up and became familiar with Linglong's busy figure all day long.

That was the first time Linglong hadn't gone home at night. He was a little worried. The cicadas outside the palace were chirping noisily. Qin Wenxue was feeling troubled and worried, so she turned into a little butterfly and flew over Shifang City to the outer edge of the abyss. The bloodstains there never dried, and crows covered the sky. Linglong stood in the very center of the black mist, holding Jiangxue in his hand. He had killed many, many, many people.

Qin Wenxue flew home in a daze and developed a high fever that night. When Linglong returned, she also smelled strongly of blood. Her embrace was cold, but the force with which she patted his back was so gentle.

When he woke up the next day, he didn't want to pay any attention to that person, but the person shamelessly clung to him again, lying that he had gone to the mortal realm on business, which was why he hadn't returned home all night. Qin Wenxue pursed his lips, feeling a little sad. He was actually somewhat angry, angry that Linglong had lied to him. However, every demon who died at Linglong's hands left with a smile. He suddenly felt uneasy; what if he had wronged him?

But such things happened more often than not. As he grew older, he gradually understood those hidden riddles and the answers that needed to be deciphered to be known.

The corridor of Qiyun Palace was very long. He was held in Linglong's arms, and the cold wind blew all the way. The candlelight in the lanterns of the corridor flickered, illuminating Linglong's unclear face. Just a second before he pushed open the door of the bedroom, he heard Linglong suddenly speak. Her voice was hoarse and her tone was cold. She said, "You must not betray me in the future."

Qin Wenxue didn't know what had happened to Linglong that made him look so lonely. He looked up at Linglong and could only see her long, curled eyelashes. Qin Wenxue's eyes were round, and he nodded heavily, saying softly, "I will always stand by your side."

Linglong smiled then, as if melting snow and ice. She hugged Qinwenxue and spun around, the old and tattered feathers behind her ears swaying beautifully.

Later, Qin Wenxue learned what the price was for that vow called "You must not betray me".

Ming Shu and Yun Jin had asked him many times, "Where exactly did the cold poison come from?", and his answer was always the same: "I don't know."

Don't you know? No.

He actually knew that Linglong was skilled in poisons; he dared to claim second place among all poison users in the world.

When the young Qin Wenxue first suffered from the cold poison, Qiyun Palace was frozen for thousands of miles and snow fell for thousands of miles. Fortunately, the area outside the palace was desolate, otherwise, on that day, the number of demons who died under his chaotic demonic power would have been much greater.

Linglong was also on business in the mortal realm at that time. When she rushed back anxiously, she saw Qin Wenxue lying on the bed, barely alive.

Qin Wenxue was not fully conscious. When the cold poison took effect, he was actually very scared, panicked and helpless. That unfamiliar power that could destroy everything reminded him of the death of his parents. He only wished to end his own life and sleep forever.

But Linglong's embrace was warm, and the demonic energy flowing into his body was also warm. The whispered words in his ear were gentle yet firm. Suddenly, he was no longer afraid. Suddenly, he even wanted to see the sun tomorrow with Linglong.

Her delicate face is still warm, and her words are still gentle, but her eyes are so unfamiliar.

Qin Wenxue betrayed him, so he came to demand the price for betrayal. The pain of the cold poison was not even one-thousandth of the pain in his heart, nor one-ten-thousandth of the coldness in Linglong's eyes.